October 2019 Bonus Story [Boo!]

Hey all!

Got a belated Halloween ghost story for y'all, which is Not Late because it's always Halloween in my heart!

Winning prompt: Your ghost GF just learned how to possess people, and she's going to demonstrate - using you!

Suggested by: BZArcher (Thank you, this was fun!!)

~2171 words

CW:

• D/s 
• Ghost shenanigans 
• Possession/body control
• Sexual Content- a bunch of it!
• Being made to do embarrassing things and being teased about it

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The TV mutters idly in the background as you click through a menu in your phone game. The room is dim, and colorful lights flash off your face as some animation plays. Golden light, your chest tightens, and-

“Ugh, why do I keep pulling the worst boys..”

You’re quietly debating if you use the last of your gems to pull singles to try and get the cute banner girl, when the TV loudly bursts into static and noise.

“FFFUck!!”

The air is cold now. Heart pounding, as a pale figure rises like mist and smoke that stutters and skips, materializing just a few feet away. You knit your eyebrows together.

“Come on, I told you not to do that anymore.”

The TV snaps back to normal as she finishes manifesting.

“Ehehe, sorry. Got excited and couldn’t really stop it.”

You gesture to the couch next to you, and she hovers over. She always looks a little disheveled and tired, but in a real messy-cute kinda way. She can change her outfit and appearance and stuff, but she defaults to a monochrome look, and a long pale dress.

There’s a strange shudder in the air, as she makes herself solid enough to sit beside you, and rest her head on your arm.

“It’s fine, I’m just not ready to like, have a heart attack and be a ghost yet, geez. Be patient.”

She giggles, and wraps her arms around yours. You turn your head, brushing a few errant strands of hair from her face. She’s always cold and holding on to you, but you’re pretty much always too warm, so it works out.

“Soooooooo-”

“Okay, yup, I’ll bite. What happened that’s got you all excited?”

Immediately, she flies up into the air, hovering, her hair drifting all around her, like she’s floating in deep water. It’s almost like there’s a sort of outline around her, that the room get darker wherever she is. She’s got a very excited looking grin, which of course immediately makes you nervous. Oh, there goes the TV again.

“Learned a new trick I think you’ll like~”

“Oh, you mean like the time you learned how to levitate stuff and you nearly knocked me unconscious trying to pass me the remote?”

“Ye- No, not like that. That’s a very practical and important skill, but this one’s cooler.”

You’re smiling, amused at her antics as she swoops excitedly around the room. The cabinets in the kitchen are rattling now too.

“Cooler huh. Well what is it?”

Her body flickers, and vanishes, suddenly appearing inches away from your face, smiling wide.

“It’s easier to show then to tell~”

Your eyes narrow.

“What are you up to, you spooky nerd.”

“Pleeeease can I just show you?”

You make a whole show of taking off your glasses and cleaning them with your shirt while you think about it.

“Fine, but if I get hit in the head again I’ll be so mad.”

“I doubt that’ll happen. Anyway, stay still for a sec.”

Eyes closed, she floats before you, her hair still flowing as if touched by invisible currents.

As you breathe out, you can see fog leave your mouth. And then here eyes open. Scalding white lights, you can’t look away. It doesn’t hurt, but you can’t move at all.

“Now.”

Her voice echos through your bones like a cold flame.

“This might feel a little odd at first.”

She opens her mouth wide, and you feel your jaw drop. And when you breath in, her body turns to mist, and flows towards you, into you, into your lungs like cool air on a crisp winter night, and you feel the cold spread through you. Until it fills you, until it is you.

You slump in place for a moment. And then the corners of your mouth perk up, and you giggle mischievously. Your eyes flicker, and your body moves, and you stand up, looking at your hands.

“I told you it would be cool,” she says with your voice.

[What the fuck! Who taught you how to possess people??]

She tilts your head, and uses your fingers to trace the curve of your other arm. Nothing. You’ve got nothing. No control, no power, no hope of resistance. You feel it though, you feel her moving your hands, you feel her breathing with your lungs, you feel her blinking with your eyelids, and looking where she pleases. It’s terrifyingly, exhilaratingly humbling. Your body is no longer yours to control. And that excites you, more than you thought it would

“That girl, who's haunting the mall? She told me all about it. Turns out it’s really easy once you understand the theory.”

[It. Feels weird.]

“You like having your motion limited with rope work, figured you might enjoy a more.. Total. Form of helplessness.”

She slips your hand under the hem of your shirt, rubbing the soft skin of your belly.

[H-hey! I can still feel that you know!!]

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing, don’t worry.”

[You can’t just!!]

She’s already unhooking your bra.

“Can’t what?”

[C-can’t just use my body like this..]

“Oh no?”

After she tosses your bra aside, she slides your hand down your belly slowly, over your jeans, applying pressure with your palm. You can’t make actual noise, but the sensation feels so heightened that you feel the urge to throw your head back and moan loudly. She’s barely touched you and it feels so..

“What if I make it feel really good? Can I use you then~?”

[That’s.. That’s not.. Don’t make me exorcise you!]

“What’s wrong? Not enjoying yourself?”

She slides your hands up your shirt, and cups your breasts, leaning forward so the weight of them rests in your hands, and she starts kneading them lovingly. She’s making it so hard to remember why you’re being indignant in the first place.

[I- Um..]

“Why don’t you go ahead and try to stop me then.”

She walks you to the bedroom while you try to come up with a response. You reach out, as best as you can figure out how to, trying to communicate with your muscles, feeling the way they’re being forced to move according to her commands. The most you can do is twitch your fingers. Nothing else works, and the more you try, the more you fight, the small and more helpless you feel. More than the touching and the sensation, knowing that you are fully at her mercy is horribly thrilling. Right now, your body is her plaything, and you can only watch and feel and listen as she toys with it.

The bedroom. She throws your shirt, and stands topless in front of the floor length mirror.

“You are so fucking beautiful, did you know that?”

[A-ah.. Thank you..]

She touches your hand to your throat, and leisurely trails your fingertips down your chest, pausing to roll your nipple with your thumb for a moment, forcing you to watch as she plays with it. To watch as your other hand squeezes your other breast, to focus on the indentation of your sensitive skin, accompanied by a jolt of raw pleasure.

“These are so sensitive, aren’t they.”

[A little, maybe..]

“A little? With how hard you are already?”

Oh fuck. She’s right.

[You’re doing that!]

She reaches down, still playing with your nipple using the other hand, and strokes the outline of your dick through your jeans.

“No, no, I don’t control your automatic muscle reactions. Your body just enjoys this. You’ve trained it to enjoy this. I don’t even have to touch you really, you were hard just from struggling and failing to take back control.”

The buttons of your jeans come undone so easily, and then you’re standing in nothing but lacy underwear. You can see you whole body quivering, your fingers twitching.

“How embarrassing. Guess a walk around town like this is out unless I dress you up in a pretty skirt so no one can see you straining~”

[YOU- you wouldn’t dare!]

Leaning forward, she presses your breasts against the glass of the mirror, and the shock of the cold makes you gasp internally.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you. If you really wanted to break free, I’m sure you could.”

Even the way she moves your face makes you look different. Fake. You see yourself, and every detail just screams that you’ve been invaded. Compromised. Overtaken.

She lowers you to the floor, until you’re sitting on the ground, with your legs spread lewdly.

[W-what are you doing?]

“I told you, I’m doing whatever I want. I don’t have a big plan or anything. Ooh. Wait. No, I have a great idea.”

She rolls you over, and crawls over to your desk, fishing for something.

[What the fuck are you doing with that camera!]

Giggling, she starts to unfold the tripod.

“I’m making a little keepsake for you, of course.”

[I know exactly what you’re doing!!]

“Then why ask me about it?”

[This is humiliating!]

“Mm, good thing you like that then.”

[S-shut the fuck up!]

While you’re mentally yelling at her, she finishes setting up the camera, pointed at the mirror at an angle.

“There we go~”

She hits record.

[I’ll fucking stop you!]

She giggles, then starts breathing heavily, running your hands down your chest in some perverse combination of sultry and silly. Using your body for some overblown parody of sexiness. You struggle with every bit of mental strength you can muster, but you might as well be trying to move stone by thinking at it.

Your mouth opens, and she shoves two of your fingers in your mouth while moaning loudly, tugging at the hem of your panties with your other hand.

[T-that’s not even sexy! You’re making me look ridiculous!]

In response, she sticks your tongue out as far as she can, and rolls your eyes up while making peace signs at the mirror with each hand.

[Oh, you are NOT ahegaoing right now you MONSTER!]

“You’re so fighty right now! Am I not giving you enough to focus on?”

[What do you m- ahh..]

Your hand is in your panties, playing with your dick, just feeling it, rolling it in your grip like a toy. She pulls your panties down and tucks them under, before she starts to stroke.

“Is that better? Do you like it when I make you play with yourself?”

She’s locked your gaze on your reflection, so you can see everything she’s doing. Rolling and bucking your hips, your body involuntarily shivering with pleasure.

“You like to watch this, don’t you~”

[F-fuck you..]

“You don’t have to say anything. Your slutty body is telling me exactly what you like~”

Your breathing is speeding up, the gasps between her words are raising in pitch, in urgency, in need.

“O-oh, you’re gonna cum from this aren’t you? Even with me watching, even on camera?”

[I- I- y-you..]

“That’s right. Cum for me, on camera, and then next time I take your body, I’ll make you watch the video and jerk off.”

[That- Ah!!]

A sudden feeling of lightness, and warm, and you keep stroking, bucking your hips, and you throw your head back and you squeal loudly, captured in cresting pleasure, as your mind goes blank for a moment of concentrated, inescapable sensation that unspools through you, at once overwhelmingly fast and agonizingly slow. Your eyes really do roll up in your head, and when the orgasm is on a downswing, you curl forward, panting in little pitiful gasps as you struggle to regain your bearings. Your hips still move involuntarily every now and then, as you notice the cum on your hand and roll it between your fingers hazily.

“Oh, that’s perfect, thank you.”

A click from beside you, and you spin your head to see her floating by the camera.

“W-wha.. When did you..”

“I let you go as soon as you were about to cum. I figured you’d either keep going until you came, or you’d suddenly stop and the orgasm would be ruined, and either way would have been really fun.”

You flop back onto the floor, spent and panting.

“You.. Suck..”

She giggles and floats over you.

“Don’t even pretend you didn’t love that.”

“S-shut up!!”

“Don’t delete that video or I’m gonna make you do the whole thing again, but I’ll dress you up in a slutty outfit first. Ooh, and maybe make you use a dildo too. Hm, I might just make you do that anyway. Still, keep that video.”

Your face is burning bright red with embarrassment. You close your eyes, and feel her softly stroking your hair. You turn your face into the pets.

“You’re so mean to me..”

“I didn’t hear a thank you~”

“Ah.. T-thank you.”

You blush even harder.

“You were right. That was cooler.

She giggles, and spins, and you hear the TV go back to static in the other room.